Very short story that I wrote because I'm bored

[conanjaguar]

Enjoy .

Shimmering veils of light danced across the starry sky. The night was eerily silent, the only sounds being the gentle rustle of the wind through the treetops and the hum-buzz of static electricity in the air.

A wispy trail of smoke curled up from the fire that burned steadily in the shelter of a crevice in the cliffside. In the flickering orange light, the trees cast nightmarish dancing shadows against the cliff face.

Crouched beside the fire was a bearded man wrapped against the cold in layers of warm clothing. From a grimy and chipped porcelain mug, he sipped strong black coffee, grimacing at the bitter taste but relishing how the hot liquid warmed his throat and belly. Almost like whiskey, he mused. Man, I could use a drink. He laid a few more sticks onto the fire and poked at it with a birch sapling which was long-since charred from dozens of such pokes, sending a spray of glowing embers up into the air.

The grumbling of his stomach reminded the man that he was hungry. From his pocket, he took a can opener and carefully opened a can of peaches, taking pains not to spill any of the precious contents, then placed it on a flat stone by the fire. Feeling extravagant, the man poured a small splash of maple syrup into the can, then glanced up at the sky to see that the curtains of the aurora were beginning to fade as a small pink sliver on the horizon began to brighten.

Under his beard, the man smiled. “Looks like I made it through another night,” he said aloud to the frozen wilderness.

[Leeanda]

You are a really  great storyteller,short or not..😊